No rain, just lightening, nearly all summer.
Our grass is brown and parched.
Our well went completely dry a few days ago.
Nothing trickled in.
Today the sky opened up and a deluge of rain poured down.
The ground drank it up, gulp, by gulp.
Lightening cracks the sky and thunder shakes the earth!
Eyes get wide and hearts pound.
We sit under blankets on couches.
Addie asked Allan, "Was this like the rain in Uganda?"
He said yes.
She said, "How did you stay safe?"
Allan says, "We would go to a big house all together... but we'd always leave the door open, in case there were people passing by who needed to be safe too."
I stop him. Ask him to repeat that part...
I ask, "So anyone would come in and take shelter with the family?"
He said, "Yes, anyone could come in and be safe. The door was left open. Sometimes people would ask to come in."
I tear up.
I think, "That is what was done for me... A door was left open, so that I could enter in and be safe."
Thank you God for rain.
Thank you more for open doors inviting safety and shelter.
Your story is full of opened doors, swung wide and left hanging on hinges.
Your Son is an open door... a gate of entrance to a pasture of peace.
"I am the ; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture." John 10:9
Thank you for daily sharing your Gospel with me... my soul is as dry as our well, your grace fills it up to overflowing! You faithfully share your truth with this mama through the rememberings of a 7 year old little boy, things that happened a world away. Your are the living God!
"Open for me the s of the righteous; I will enter and give thanks to the ." Psalm 118:19